Helicopter Interiors(Album Version) - The Dead Milkmen

Stan's been seeing phantoms
And we're not sure what to do
His screaming keeps the
Whole house up all night
Though we've never touched his closet
And his problems are few
Something about his disposition just isn't right
The tender young boy
With the life affirming needs
Waits in the garden
And everybody knows
That he's praying for Stan
All the total strangers
On the mountain tops
Quarrel babble sometimes they dance
Clouds on the horizon tell of impending doom
You know they seem to be saying
That we don't stand a chance
Large chunks of evidence were
Chucked into my shirt
As the navy doctor fell asleep
A tense fog surrounded us
Brilliant lights ignite in the sky
Everyone is beautiful
If not somewhat unrecognisable
Sometimes It's as simple as
The stakes on a wall
Sometimes It's as hard as
A renaissance lute
Stuffed animals into baby
You know they'll even laugh at
The people we shoot
The tender young boy
With the life affirming needs
Still waits in the garden
And everybody's sure that he's praying for Stan
Even long lost poets like to regenerate
With new arms and legs they sort the mail
Cast iron officers wander around
The president hopes that he'll grow a tail
Manifestations of
Float into the sky at night AIIIEEEE
Oh damn it configurations play
Against the gawky savage
Gawky savage mayhem just into this even laugh at